When its time for you to go


Misty eyes on a cold morning,

Memories flood in without a warning….

Of a better time…

When I didn’t give a dime…

Or worry about what the future would hold…

Of the weight of responsibilities when you grow old…

I walked through the park, sat on the swing…

Back then, life was good when you didn’t have to worry about a thing…

Your parents kept you safe and sound…

Your heart, body and little soul since they were always around…

Someone to lean on, someone to trust…

Someone who cared and over you, fussed…

As you grow old, with each passing year…

Your heart becomes a bit colder with each passing tear…

You see others for what they are…

You want to change, you try to raise the bar…

But deep down inside you already know…

You’ll be all alone when its time for you to go…

 

 

 

 

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